Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 107, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 May 1918 — Page 2

HAPPENINGS in the BIG CITIES

Barrel of Apples Makes One Peck of Trouble CHICAGO.— The motorman’s life is foil of vexing problems. After a long, bard winter, full of difficulties, delays, cold hands and feet and petty quarrels with passengers, he looks forward to the balmy spring days. Then

email boy. That chap, ever full of mischief, ever watchful of a chance to play a trick that will reap him a gbod laugh and perhaps a “chase” by the unfortunate victim of the trick. . J . A Sixty-first street car was merrily bowling along the street. The motorman *ad a wide grin on his face. The conductor was checking up his books preparatory to a quick leave when the.car reached the barn. With the right of way clear the popular automobile of the poor people was Insured a fast voyage. , ■ But alas! A barrel of apples stood Innocently in front of a corner grocery Along came a small boy. In an Instant the barrel was overturned and hundreds of apples rolled into the street. The motorman’s grin changed to sardonic laughter. Passengers silently cursed and the conductor knew he d be late at home. There were cold suppers that night. The motorman could not start the car until the apples were gathered. “In springtime a young boy’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of mischief. Couldn’t Get Cocktail Because of Her Uniform NEW YORK. —A tall, dignified woman, of what might be termed the interesting age to avoid trouble, walked into the Park Avenue hotel’s dining room with a couple of friends, and by way of introducing luncheon ordered

cocktails for the party. “I am sorry, madam,” said the waiter, “b’ut I cannot serve you.” “Why not?" “Because you wear the army uniform.” The tall, handsome woman wore the khaki of the Medical corps, and was forsooth an officer in the corps, a surgeon bent on going abroad to serve with the Pershing forces, Her blouse was cut English fashion, revealing a tie that sported the golden serpent that is the emblem of the corps.. The

lady in khaki refused to be turned down on the prohibition issue. She demanded that George C. Brown, who bosses everything around the place, be called. She laid the case before him, Brown took a peep at the uniform and sustained the waiter. “Women have the same privileges and the same responsibilities that men have now,” he said. “The government doesn’t know the difference between a warrior in khaki and a warrioress, and they’d send me over for a year for gratifying the most beautiful thirst in America if it wore uniform.” At dinner that night a perfectly cool lady in khaki was waiting calmly on a sofa before the dining-room for the hapless Brown to come back. Brown, according to a late report, went to his room via a fire escape.

Court Rules Woman’s Toilet “Trash” Is Necessary RICHFORD, N. 1. — Young men call them foolish frills. Husbands call them trash. Women call' them make-up. But, hereafter, soap and perfume that are to be found on milady’s dressing table are to have legal standing

that the $9 weekly he was paying for her support was insufficient in these panicky times of war and costly living to keep her in the necessities of life. “But she spends it all on trash—fancy soap, face powder, and all that trash," began Whelan. Just then the judge cleared his throat, frowned down upon him and brought the complaining husband to a sudden stop. “Yes, they’re trash, but they’re a customary part of a woman’s upkeep.” Whelan agreed that he would pay the sum, although the decision had not changed his opinion in the least.

Detroit Tommy’s Revenge on His Doting Mother hrOLEDO —There are no grounds to believe that Tommie McDuffie of Detroit I ever read the adventures of that juvenile philosopher "Penrod Scofield’’ and yet the completeness of his revenge on a mother who favored “middy”

blouses” for a thirteen-year-old young man when the young man wanted “cord’roys,” smacks of that fictional hero’s most abandoned crimes. Tommie is in jail In Toledo, and locked up with him is the queerest collection of clothes that a Detroit newsboy ever had the patience to gather and the consummate nerve to wear. He appeared in a ravishing gown of rustling silk, neatly pointed low shoes, with high French heels, silken hose.

a flower-pot hat that, apparently, had been chosen for its impossible combination of equally impossible fl° we s®- ® white silk shirtwaist somewhat soiled in front where a piece of lick ce haj? a green silk parasol, although it was cold and cloudy, a cretonne •Emitting bag and, crowning his disguise, a blonde wig. In this garb Tommie swept up to the desk of the Park hotel and regia tered as “Miss Evelyn Smith Carew, Detroit.” The clerk, after viewing the wneral effect of the prospective guest, was startled on observing “her hands. tLv were red, somewhat chapped, grimy and the knuckles seemed to give mute evidence that their owner had been recently playing marbles in a cinder DIU * The real Tommie asserted himself at the police station, where a large, rad faced and grinning policeman demanded a kiss. Mg __ wbatcher doin’, kiddin’ somebody? HI bust you with this bum--urnhrT yo" M* stiff,” was the unladylike announcement of Tommie, his Injured dignity soothed, Tommie explained the mystery a/ his appearance. -oMAfherwanted me to wear middy blouses to sell papers tn,” the maswddJW wanted a suit of cord’roys. Gee! Those middy blouses a fellow to wear. I thought if she wanted me to look like a rM the limit I got these things a little at a time and then I hid gfrer I got everything I put ’em on and started for Ciere* taaA.”

the patrons of the street cars are in a Joyful mood and the spring sunshine brings out their good nature. They are not harassed by heavy clothing. The green grass peeping through the earth cheers them up and they murmur "This is the life.” With the coming of the warm days the street ear chauffeur sees a better world. No more wagons, on the tracks, no breakdowns, doors that open easily and everything so happy and gay. But, alas, he has not reckoned with the

In court as. “a customary part of a wpman’s upkeep.” The decision was handed down by a village police judge here after weighing every side of the question; And, take it from Louis J, Whelan, who ‘must pay an additional dollar each week to his wife because of it, the judicial finding is one that Is attracting considerable Interest in this village. Whelan, who is a foreman gardener on an estate near here, was summoned into court by his wife, who declared

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

GERMANY’S PLAN MANY AGES OLD

Spirit of Militarism and Conquest Is as Old as Germany Itself. SEEK CONTROL OF WORLD Failure Due to Fact That It Did Not Include a Reckoning With Human Nature as God Made It. (By HAPSBURG LIEBE of the Vigilantes.) The average man of those who have kept up with current events during the last few years will tell you that Germany’s colossal plan is 40 years old. As a matter of fact, the seeds of it were sown more than a dozen times 40 years ago. The spirit of militarism and conquest and mlght-is-right is as pld as the Teutonic war party, which is as old as Germany itself. The majority of the other nations saw plenty of signs of the monster, for the war lords were braggarts, and they could not refrain from boasting of their scheme. The wonder of all is that these other nations, the United States included, have not been taking preparatory and defensive measures for several decades. The ultimate aim of the plan was, of course, the complete control and kulturizatlon .of the world. It was born of brains rendered brutish through the over and over intermarrying of an autocracy that was barbarian to begin with. A little like a moon-calf, it was at the outset, but its morally befuddled parents fostered it until they actually believed it possessed rare virtues; and they Inoculated the people with Its germs until the people themeslves fell for It.

Humah Nature Left Out. So far this plan has failed, however narrowly, for the Simple reason that It did not include a reckoning with the human nature that God made. The soldiermen of other nations are in the long run stronger than the cast-ln-the-mold iron soldiers of Germany. It is the thorough organization of the German armies that has been the chief difficulty of the entente allies. Perhaps the greatest strength of the plan Itself, however, lay in the very stupendousness of it. Few would believe that any one nation would dare attempt to enslave the rest of the world. Half the rest of the world does not realize It yet. It is too big for their imaginations. Their imaginations aite, naturally, peace-time. This is the main trouble with us here in America. So many of us will not see what we are facing or what we are fighting for. If we did see, the success of the Liberty Loan and the Red Cross drives, the food-saviqg and the fuel-saving campaigns, would be much greater. It’s of no use now to harp that our administration leaders should have seen the signs of the times several years ago : it - kills no German to blame our representatives at Washington for having been in the past, not statesmen, hut politicians serving their own instead of their country’s interests during those fat, sleepy years before Germany pried open the gates of Hell and loosed its legions upon earth. The one thing to do now is to

WORKS IN FACTORY AND GIVES WAGES TO POOR

I ; Pittsburgh, Pa.—-Mrs. Howard • C. McCrady, a society favorite. ! is doing her bit by working ten • hours and 45 minutes every day I for ‘he Union Switch and Signal { company. Every morning at < 6:45 Mrs. McCrady rides in her t big green automobile to the gari age near the plant, stables her ’ machine, walks into the plant, ’ dons a uniform of khaki blouse, i overalls and cap and works on j a lathe making cylinders for < the Liberty motors until 5:30 { each evening. The wages she • earns are turned over to a poor 5 family. Mr. McCrady is in the J army.

HITS AT WARMONGERS

Maximilian Harden Says They Should Be Muzzled. German Editor Finds No Justification For Gloating Over Alleged Teutonic Triumphs. Londpn. —By reading the following extract from a recent number of the Zukunft, Maximilian Harden’S German newspaper, one may understand why Herr Harden is in constant difficulties With the military authorities: “After all, what special justification is there for the Pan-Germans and the war at any price mouth heroes to gloat over recent triumphs over the English? “It is true that the U-boats have contrived to bring it about that in an English hotel or boarding house no more meat is supplied at breakfast and that afternoon tea guests receive only an ounce and a half of-bread or cake. Also an old maid of Dover, who fed

make stepping-stones of mistakes and work for Liberty! Tljiii 1 Pregnant Truth. There is a great deal of .tnith which we must not let go by us. You are apt to push out your chest, I know, and say: “Impossible’” Let me remind you of the fact that the last three years have been crowded with achievements of the Impossible! Here is that pregnant truth: If,we let Germany win over there, Germany will carry the conquest over here. It is a part of her colossal plan. Else why this elaborate spy system in America? Man, it is a more complete organization than our own government! If they come, of course, we are willing to die for our country, which is noble and brave, but what of our womenfolk? There lies the reddest Hell of the war, brother. Remember the unspeakable violation of Belgium. F And remember it, we who have not gone to France, should do our part to plant such crops as we never before planted, to support as we never before supported such movements as the Liberty loan and the Red Cross, and to suppress German propaganda. Selah, and Amen. Go to it, American !

THE NEW RESURRECTION

A French Poilu digging in the rear of the lines uncovers the mutilated figure of the Savior torn from the cross of *a wayside shrine by a- Hun shell and buried under a mass of debris.

JAPANESE WOMEN AID RED CROSS

Forty-two Japanese women of New York have formed a Red Crosa auxiliary to help this country win the war.

her fourteen little dogs with milk and biscuits, has had to atone for her crime with a five pound note. All this, however, does not yet spell the decay if the British empire. | “It is time that the warmongers were muzzled and that the authorities once for all gave them to understand that they are determined, whenever the claims of any nation or group of peoples are found to be justified, that Germany would honestly aid them in establishing themselves on a clean basis of self-government. “May our rulers reflect while yet there Is time that, unless a new order be substituted for the old one of violence and force, human life will become Intolerable and all hopes of human development will be rendered sterile for ages to come. “Questions of the very highest Import are at stake, questions that are not concerned about securing .Germany’s power, but that Involve the utilisation of that power in the upbuilding of a new, bright and joyful human world, in which, if its foundations are to stand strong for all time, every nation, the greatest, the smaU-

GIRLS HELP FRANCE

Red Cross Worker Tells Thrilling Tale of Experience. ' Pay* Glowing Tribute to the Wonderful Spirit of the French Soldier*. Chicago.—Miss Gladys M. Spencer of Highland Park, 81., told 150 girls, ranging from seventeen years of age, her experiences as a Red Cross worker in France, and girls everywhere will be thrilled over her talk. “Once while I was very close to the front lines with my ambulance,” she said, “I was put in charge of several other machines and ordered to return the wounded to the base hospitals. It was then that I had my first real good opportunity to observe the wonderful spirit of the French soldiers. They -remain quiet no matter how much pain they are in, and there is very little grumbling. Always you can find a smile. And -they are going to win the war 1” It is difficult to realize that a tenderly reared American girl handled herself with so much poise lira vshell-shat-tered area. The group" of glss she was addressing were preparing themselves to face the same dangers, and thousands of other American girls and women as nurses are more than doing their bits; “On another occasion,” she continued, “I drove my ambulance to a freight house to remove some large boxes. Only old men were left to lift the boxes, or men convalescing from wounds. The boxes were too .heavy for them, so three other women and myself pitched in and loaded the cars. The men smiled sadly and wistfully. “The spirit of the entire French people is sunny. They are delighted over America, and they firmly believe that with our help the Germans will be a thing of the past In a very short time.”

MESSENGER WEARS SILK HAT

War Times Bring Many Quaint Char* actors Into Service In Washington. Washington.—War times and the unprecedented demand for aides for Uncle. Sam have brought many quaint characters to Washington. One of a the quaintest guards is seen daily at the main door of the old land office building, now occupied by Provost Marshal General Crowder and his' staff. He is a gentleman of the old Southern School and while on duty wears a shining black silk hat of ancient vintage. On the left lapel of his frock coat is a little silver badge of authority and his courtly manner as he bids one enter the portals of the building always brings a smile. On the pay roll he is listed as a “messenger,” and he is the only messenger in Washington who wears a silk hat.

est —Germany as well as all the others —must sacrifice self to secure its neighbor’s welfare. ~ “This is the command of the hour. Dare Germany hesitate in obeying it?”

MOTHER GIVES SIX SONS

SL" Louis Woman Offers Another Instance of Sacrifice Mothers Are Making. St. Louis, Mo.—Another outstanding instance of the sacrifice mothers are making In. the war is shown in the announcement that Mrs. Adele Wightman of this city, has given her six sons to Uncle Sam. Three of the boys, Thomas J., William R. and Charlee M., are serving In the flying service, while the other three, Richard M., Joseph S. and Paul V. have enlisted in the infantry.

Gives Stamps for Change.

_ Warren, Pa.—A landlord here has an electric sign on his desk and when a patron steps up to settle his bill the sign is flashed, “Will you take Thrift stamps for your change?”

FICKLE FORTUNE

By WAVERLY JOHNSON.

Burton Wayne left the train, at South Junction and started down the roadbed back the way he had come. He had been dozing when the conductor called out Wadhams and had been carried five miles beyond his station. The rpadbed was stone ballasted and not easy to the feet. Way ne, glancing down the embankment, noticed that the right of way was bounded by a fence. Then came a strip about two hundred feet wide and then a traversible dirt highway, Wayne descended. He observed that this strip of land, extending for a mile or more, was of spongy soil not fit even for grazing, except where a little knoll presented, and upon this was a small house one story high, square and compact, an ideal of neatness and taste in the center of an inviting patch of worthless, useless ground. The house was painted freshly and it shone as a result of the use of excellent material and expert workmanship. Wayne was thirsty and noticed a well, turned from the road and as he went up a graveled path the apparent owner of the place appeared at the open doorway. He was a middle aged man, erect, active looking and clean appearing. He wore white duck jumpers and overalls and they were Immaculate. Like the exterior of the house he seemed just to have stepped from a paint pot. “Can I have a drink of water?” began Wayne, and paused, dazzled, as if all he saw was part of some moving picture. Another character In its ensemble .had appeared. This was a young girl of perhaps eighteen, a tin pall in her hand, headed for the well. She was a fitting and harmonious part of the pleasant prospect. Trim, graceful, arrayed in a pretty calico gown, she emphasized .the wholesome aspect of the environment, “Sit down, won’t you?” invited Wayne’s host, and moved towards a garden bench near “Bound for Wadham?” X “Why, yes,” explained\WTayne. “I slept past my station and wKlhave to foot it back.’<-. “Well, if you aren’t in a hurry-'I fancy we can -help you on your way. My daughter, Cora, will drive to Wadham in about half an hour. She’s taken up drawing at the college there.”

Just then the girl appeared with a glass pitcher filled with sparkling well water and a glass. Wayne arose and bowed politely and the manner of the girl, like that of the father, was friendly and pleasant. She left .them andAWayne heard her chirrtip to a horse’ grazing near a small barn outside of which stood a single seated gig. He glided into a general conversation with his host. David Bayle was his name. “You see, I was a painter, in the city,” narrated Rogers. “Not an artist — no> Cora seems to have all the genius in that direction. Scenes, mostly, mine, and big landscape stuff for pleasure parks, band stages and all that. We were cooped up and ft didn’t give Cora a show. A slick fellow came along and traded me this stretch of territory for my business. I took his word as to what you see here. He said the land was right at a junction that was the railroad key to the county and bound to be very valuable in time. Well,, he swindled us, that’s all, and w’e’ve made the best of it. I’ve got a little ready cash, but pining for something to keep me busy, and Cora is lonesome.” “How far do you own along the railroad?” inquired Wayne. , s “An even mile. There’s Cora. If yon won’t mind the jolting, it’ll be easier in the old gig than jramping it.” She was the pleasantest, brightest little fairy Wayne had ever met, this clear-eyed, dimpled girl, and by the time they reached Wadham, they were quite friendly. In, her simple way she told of her school life, her artistic ambitions, her hopes they could get rid of the land and settle in some less uncivilized spot. “It’s fate!” soliloquized Wayne. That same afternoon late, as he made his way to the place where Miss Bayle put up the rig. “It’s love at first sight!” he added, as si-.appeared. “I am going to ask you to drive me back to your home,” he told the young girl. “You see, I have some business with your father.” The “business” Wayne had worked up over long distance telephone. A big idea had struck him. “I represent the largest billboard concern in the world,” he told the wondering father and daughter, “and the minute I analyzed your layout here I saw a big speculation. Your narrow strip is ideal for putting up a whole raft of display, signs. Junction, hundreds of trains dally, gateway to the city—see? You, Mr, Bayle, shall superintend the painters,, and you* Miss Bayle, must sketch out some artistic scenic effects to catch the eye. I have phoned my house. Mr. Bayle, ans am ready to make a ten-year lease of your patch of ground at $3,000 a year. What do you say ?V. “Well, Td sell it outright for half J f that!” blurted out the honest old ellow. . “Never mind ttiat,” responded Wayne, “I want to see you g*t a fair and square bargain. You can move to town after that job is done and live as you want to.” e And by the time that came shout, Burton Wayne was a member of the Bayle household.